BENEATH THE GREY FACADE
dust off the shadows beneath the grey facade
venture in through crusted corridors
treasure is unearthed for the one who cares to listen
she yearns for her story to be told
take the young girl’s hand as she leads you through the forest
away from angry voices, embracing leafy limbs
gentle, wind-puffed kisses caress her hidden bruises
exposed by the moonlight, revealing secret sins
listen to her song, composed by fluid fingers
polished ebon notes on weather-wrinkled parchment
an unfinished symphony swelling to crescendos
echoing the rhythms within her ageless heart
watch her performance, commanding centre stage
making love to her audience with tear-stained smiles
bathing in the limelight, she wraps the crowd in stardust
a million tiny goosebumps, frozen in time
honour the survivor who ceased to be a victim
of toxic, broken beings – angry puppeteers
rising from the ashes of shame to self-respect
her voice no longer muted, her soul not chained in fear
breathe in the fragrance within her wilted petals
silver leaves shimmer as she dances in the sun
look a little closer, beneath the grey facade
perhaps you’ll see her beauty
and mine, for we are one
Micki F